The chaser

My rewrite is based on the movie called 'The chaser' which is a very popular Korean movie and the plot line of the original movie has been edited with some ideasfrom 'Robinson crusoe' and also has been set in the time line of early european settlement.

“Land Ho!”

The welcoming of the sea breeze mixed with the fresh air with the hint of pine blew into the port side. As the Ex-Officer of the English Navy who have been ordered leave, gets off the planks of the colonial boat starts off in his journey to make a living in the new found land.

Sir Robinson an Ex-Navy officer, now runs a "whore house" in the middle of the new settlement. As there are a lot of women hungry sailors the business was a boom. Even the local residents frequently came and went. The employees of the house were always attracting customers off the streets and the port side.

"Hey you handsome! Do you wanna take a load off with me in there?"

And so the business carried on prosperously, until the employees started to go missing one by one.

Then one day,

"Emily! WHERE THE HELL IS EMILY?! AND WHERE IS CHERI?! WHERE IS THE REST?!"

"Um, they haven't come back from their last run."

The pattern that the employees went missing was found to be related to a suspicious letter written by a single person who always asked in the letter that the lady should come to his place, and each time a letter would come back to the house saying that the woman had enough of the prostitution and is going to quit. In the beginning Sir Robinson thought that the women just ran away, but then he started thinking that the man behind this series of event was actually taking his employees and selling them off for his own profit. Hence forth, Sir Robinson formed a theory of his own, it was a theory that the customer whom called the women was directly related to the disappearance of his employees. In accordance to his theory he starts to investigate the trails of the woman who went missing last. After a days worth of looking for trails he came across the carriage that Emily had taken. As he approached the carriage and was reaching his hand out to open the carriage, a man came forth and they ended sprawling to the ground.

"Oww, whats a man doing in this carriage?!"

At that moment Sir Robinson got a strong scent of rosemary off the man. Rosemerry was the smell of the perfume that Emily used. Soon as this thought crossed his mind, Clinton (which is Sir Robinson's first name) was sure this man was the culprit behind the missing women; his employees.

"Where is Emily? Where is Cheri?! Where did you take my girls?!"

"I don't think i want to answer those questions."

"God have mercy on you! for I will choke the answer I want right from your body!"

The name of the man Clinton bumped into was 'Charlie'. After the subtle conflict between them, Charlie was arrested and taken in to custody by the local Sheriff and was asked a series of questions related to the locations of the missing women.

"Where are the women that you called for?"

Then Charlie answered, "They are dead and sound asleep in the bottom of the sea." , and as he said it there was not a single hint of guilt on his face except for the cold detached smile of a killer.

"So did you hit them with a chisel or hammer them with it?"

"Used the hammer, of course"

"Why did you kill them like that?"

"I choked them and used knives but they were too painful. I saw how pigs were killed and did the same and hang them on the wall"

"What?"

"Pardon?"

"Hang what?"

"Their bodies, of course"

"And then?"

"You know that muscle behind the ankles?"

"The Achilles tendon?"

"Yes!"

"I sliced it with a knife"

"Of the dead body?"

"Yes"

"Why?"

"To drain out the blood otherwise they’re too heavy to lift"

"That’s right, that’s how the corpses get lighter"

"So what did you do next?"

"Leave it around for a day, drain out all the blood and mess then i axed the bodies and carried them out to sea"

"Where about did u drop them?

"Here and there"

As the conversation ended, the listeners were left without words and for Clinton it seemed that Charlie was enjoying every last thought of his doing. So forth, the sheriff and his men took up Charlie and carried him away. Just as he was about to be confined in a temporary cell to wait for his death, he shouted out;

"There’s still one more that I didn't finish, she should still be in the store house by the lighthouse!"

This reached the ear of Clinton who was sitting where he was in the very beginning of the inquiry, then suddenly there was a spark of hope for his mission, and as fast as he heard the news he left out the door in hopes that Emily, his niece was still holding her life from the whims from the grim reaper.

Meanwhile on the shoreline near the lighthouse, a girl with raggedy tags of clothes hanging just covering up her body was limping towards the port. There was no sight of any living things, at least no sight of any men. Her body could not even gather the strength to bring her voice out to call for help. It was just barely managing to make her move forward. A moment later the girl arrives by a wharf near the main port and as she comes to stop a fisherman calls out to the girl.

"Good day Emily. Hah? Oh Jesus christ! What Happened to you?!”

“Ahh…”

As Emily fell, out of exhaustion the fisherman just caught her before she hit the ground.

“Oh my… What in the world happened to you, poor girl”

As he laid her to rest in his boat she grumbled something faintly but it was so faint he could not hear it. Soon as he was sure she was comfortable laid down, he quickly set out to find a doctor.

Soon after Emily woke up, it was dark now. She wondered how long she has been sleeping. The last thing she remembered was seeing the old man George who came back from his daily fishing round. And soon as she stepped out into the open she remembered why she was in this ragged clothes and why she was in pain and why she needed to quickly get out sight and find safety. Across the other side of the wharf in a jail cell window she saw the man who she has been afraid to meet. He was staring at her with the same eyes when she lost consciousness in the store house. The facial expression which showed amusement and frustration like when a child stepped on a worm to kill it but sees that it would not die straight away. While she was reminding herself of this cruel man’s actions, a chilling voice came across the wharf.

“Emilyyy, I see that your back. I will come meet you shortly just wait there for ME!”

The sensation that Emily felt was beyond terrifying, she quickly ran off the boat and into the street even though it was just merely limping away from this ‘devil’.

For Charlie, the sight of seeing Emily made his skin jump. He was excited like a dog on a chase on a hunting trip, longing to sink it’s fangs into the skins of its prey. This in turn stimulated Charlie to get out this cement block of walls to start his own chase for prey. The prey would be Emily. First to get out of here he had to devise a plan. A plan that would distract the guards long enough for him to escape and find Emily. Fast as he reacted to this situation, a plan was formed inside his mind. And as he planned he spoke out quietly.

“First I will fake sick, it’s the most obvious trick in the book but it will work, I will grab the guard’s throat and rip it out. Then wait for the other one to come by and strike him in the head with the baton the fat one had”

As the whispering continued, the fat guard that was by the cell said;

“Hey crazy fool! Stop yammering to yourself and shut up so I can get some sleep”

“Oh yes Sir, I am very sorry for the disturbance, but before I close my mouth and let you wonder back into your sleep, can you do me a favour?”

“Can you check if the locks on my hands are properly locked? To me it feels like I can take my hands out of it anytime I please.”

With this the guard was aroused and thought if he listened to this blabbering fool that he will be quite and let him go back to his comfortable little chair which both sides of his buttocks covered up so all you could see was four wooden legs sticking out of this man’s bottom.

The guard approached the cell and opened the door and slowly walked towards the serial killer, he bent down to check on the shackles and as he was fidgeting, Charlie saw his chance and bit the man’s throat rendering him from screaming. In a instant the guard was lying on the floor with a chunk missing from his throat. The killer now had a chance, the other guard was now no obstacle, with the shackles now gone and the hard steel baton in his position the next was no longer anything to fumble over.

Soon Charlee was out in the streets leaving behind a burning jail house with two dead bodies that will never be found as they will be burnt to ashes. Even with all the commotion in the streets he did not pay attention to them. All there was in his head was where could have Emily gone. So he faded into the shadow of the night searching for Emily.

Emily was now on the outskirts of the port, heading towards the one and only place where she will feel safe. As she continued to go west, where the house she left from, she heard shouting from behind her.

“Fire! Fire! The jail house is on fire!”

“There’s no sight of anyone inside, did they all get out?”

There in the area where she last saw the man who tried to kill her was up in flames. The flames were now bright as the morning sun, a chilling sensation ran down her spine. Somehow she knew he had escaped. Her mind wanted to believe that the man was caught up in the fire and had died for all he deserves but her heart knew better. That man was alive and right now he was searching for her. She hastily ran into the nearest abandoned building and hid in a closet far in the corners of the house. No sooner than she closed the door of the closet she heard quick footsteps near the door of the house, he was mumbling something to himself. The voice became clearer as the being approached. Out of fear and anxiety she slowly opened the door, enough for her to see who the person is while concealing herself in the darkness of the closet. What she saw nearly stopped her heart. The man who she wanted to believe to be dead was standing in the middle of the room.

Charlie was now standing in the middle of a abandoned house. He was now far out reach from the town’s people. He can now sit down to think where his prey would be heading. The only place where he can think of that the girl called ‘Emily’ would go to was the house where he first called her from. However, in the state she was in, she could not have gone too far from this place. But where could she be? He was now walking back and forth from one end of the house to the other. As he paced himself across the hallway he heard a creak down the hall. Then it crossed his mind. If he was a wounded girl who can only use one leg to support herself and rely on walls or posts to keep herself straight, she should be very wary now and would need a place to rest, and the best place to rest while hiding from her chaser would be an abandoned building. However, he contradicted himself that it will be unlikely that the very girl he was after was in the same house as he was. But just in case, he headed towards the dark end of the hall way, as he approached the end he saw a closet big enough for a person to fit in.

Slowly he approached her hiding spot. There was nowhere to go, if he opens this door, then she will be finished. Emily was panicking now; she closed her eyes and felt her heart was beating faster than the wings of a humming bird. Her mind was racing trying to think of a way to get out of this situation. At the same time she was praying to god to have mercy upon her. She opened her eyes; the man was now few feet away from reaching her location. She needed a miracle. One step at a time, one by one he drew closer. Soon he was close enough to reach out and open the door to the closet. His hands were now closing on the door knob. The slowly opened and the eyes of a cold and dark natured man stared intensely into her soul.